When the night sky falls
and hearts begin to pound
simple truths lift walls
to allow notions profound
yet, why, are, we, sad
what remarks will make
our lives take turns
beating down for the sake
of having less returns
we, are, simple, people, that, unite, with, quiet, fears
Now tomorrow we rest
we realize that seems
that anxiety we addressed
might be a guided theme
of, wanton, passion, relate, well, our,
desire to decide our dreams.
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